Writing poetry is like returning to the crime scene
Digging up old pain, translating it into words
Figuring out how a feeling could be put into words
Sometimes it’s not enough, words are not enough
I’ll throw a dictionary at my pain and it still won’t do justice
Being a poet is like serving a life sentence
A conviction set by myself
And I wouldn’t change a thing
A. Garcia
To see you naked is to question the limits of beauty
To hear you speak is to anticipate every word
To hear you say you love me is to breathe in, knowing that even eternity isn’t long enough
A. Garcia
The truth about me is that there is isn’t any
Seems as if I don’t even know myself
Impulsive actions, repressive thoughts
Let me go back
Let me go back, where everything was so clear
Where the truth was easy.
A. Garcia
Less words more meaning
Tapping into areas of your heart which were not to be revisited
Not to be mentioned, not by action not by words
Poetry
You give, it takes
Hurt diminished, healing begins.
A. Garcia
I don’t write as much anymore
I wrote because I was lonely
Now, my lips do all of the talking
Against your skin
The most personal poem I’ve ever composed
A.Garcia
Body riddled with my name.
My heart pouring out with every kiss
This unescapable wave we are in
Drifting through the deepest ocean
for eternity.
A. Garcia
When you have a bad dream, you just move on
It feels so real…
But you let it go
Once your body rises
The memories of it slowly drift away, each second
When you have a bad day
Do the same
Wake up and move on the moment you rise up
Don’t be afraid to dream
A. Garcia
You will never die
I’ll write about you
Once written, always eternal
Your mistakes will live on
Pen bleeding on the paper
Why would I want to relive it?
It’s like you’re still in front of me
Hearing the words that I was so afraid to say
Once I stop writing you’re gone
I’ll write everyday just to feel you one more time
One last time, I tell myself
I carry a book containing words dedicated to you
You see, it’s not just a book
It’s you
It’s you
It’s you
A. Garcia
When it gets to be too much
You accept it, loathe in it
A sense of relief, you’re not fighting back
A sense of fear because it’s who you are
A. Garcia
Sometimes it just hits you like a train
With no tracks in sight
Wanting to take refuge indoors
Where it’s “safe”
Not knowing trains can go through walls
Well… only in your world
“We don’t share the same world!” It’s what you want to tell everyone
But you feel vulnerable if you do
You’d rather suffer in silence
Population of 1 in your world
No one entering, no one leaving.
A. Garcia
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